Feng Wanrou was upset: "Zeyun, how can you speak to Xuanxuan like that? In terms of seniority, he's your future father."
Shangguan Zeyun was about to lose his mind; even after being pursued all these years, he never felt this way.
"Get lost!"
With one strong push, he flung Wen Xuan far away.
Wen Xuan was indeed quite frail; he fell to the ground, almost unable to get up.
Feng Wanrou hurried over: "Xuanxuan, are you okay? Let me help you, sister will check it out for you."
Wen Xuan was struggling to breathe, yet he still said, "It's fine, I'm okay. I know Zeyun has resentment towards us, but my body can withstand his blows, let him hit if he must, it doesn't matter."
Feng Wanrou was deeply moved: "You're so foolish, aren't you? There's no need to go to such lengths for me."
Wen Xuan reached out, gently stroking her cheek: "No, for me, you're the most cherished in this world. I won't let you experience any pain or unease."
